"Hey, baby?" I smile cheekily, grabbing Shreyan's attention and the girl beside him.
He facepalms and looks at me, "Avyuktha?"
"You look handsome, boyfriend." I wink at him and look at the girl beside him. "I'm sorry to say this. He's taken. We hav...
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A week later,
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“Shre, you seem unlike yourself,” Riya says after fifteen minutes of our journey.
I gulp and concentrate on driving.
“Shre, what happened?” Riya pesters again.
I sigh. “I and Chey fought. He called me a manwhore. I got angry and beat him to death.” I mumble.
She gasps. “How could you beat your friend?” she inspects the wounds on my face and gasps again when she finds a cut above my eyebrow. “You gotta be kidding me!! For years, you guys never fought with each other to this extent.”
“I was the mistake, Riya.” I blink my tears. “A month ago, Chey sent me to get a few documents from one of his clients. I kind of hooked up with her and the documents are either missing or misplaced. The girl I was physically involved with wasn't his client but she works for Chey’s client who owns that restaurant. She is attached to that restaurant and now, the commercial buildings are gonna occupy it. The worst thing here is, that the restaurant owner is Chey’s love interest.”
For a second, I see the disgust in my sister's eyes for me. “What you have done, Shre? You just played with a girl’s emotions she invested in that restaurant.” Her voice comes low and accusing.
“I know, I made a mistake and I want to rectify it. I will find that woman and make sure I get all the documents,” I say, determined, truly ashamed of myself.
“You better do that soon,” she orders, looking out.
“I’m on it,” I mumble but she doesn't speak, “Are you mad at me, Riya?”
She sniffs and looks down, “Why is our family so imperfect, brother?” her soft mumble speaks volumes of her pain.
I apply the brakes and just sigh. I don't even have an answer for it. “We have reached,” I tell her and get down the car. I open the door for her and help her to get down.
“If the guy does anything stupid, just message me. His name is...”
“Karthik. He makes software for companies. Settled in London. Have a huge family. Gonna come back to India in the next three years to live with his family,” she repeats the things that I told for n number of times. She turns to me, hands crossed against her front, “Shre, you told me all this. But I don't need a guy who has all this. I need someone who buries the love and hope in me that not every marriage is a failed marriage.”
I smile and kiss her forehead. “He has everything that you need in a partner. Trust your brother. He might be an asshole but when comes to his sister, he can melt mountains,” I just wish all the love to my sister.
